Chapter 1: The Morning Strip

This is the first in the series “CHS Parent’s Tour.” More chapters follow.

“Good morning and welcome to the Central High School Parent’s Tour. My name is Bob Proctor, and I’m proud to be your guide. Many of you may be wondering if the cost of the renovations undertaken in the last 16 months were the best way of spending your tax dollars. That will be for you to judge, but today we’re going to give you the best basis we can for that judgement.

“Most of you are already familiar with the Naked in School program, so you probably know that several students from each class are selected at random each week to attend all classes and school functions in the nude. Except for Mondays when the participants are selected, girls are expected to remove their clothing before they enter the building each morning. They are allowed to arrive at school clothed, but if they do they are required to strip before entering the building.

“That’s why we’ve completely redesigned the building facade to provide an unobstructed view of our young ladies as they reveal their beautiful young bodies. This delightful ceremony will be getting started in just a few minutes, so let me direct your attention to the raised porch extending along the entire front of the building. Since four to eight girls are selected from each class every week, it’s important to have plenty of room to display each of them in the short, 15 minute period before the school doors are opened. Notice the porch is four feet above the quad. It’s designed to provide an unobstructed view for students, and for spectators on the sidewalks in front of the school. The Morning Strip is popular with the general public as well as the student body, and parents often attend during their daughter’s week.

“The VIP section which you’re occupying this morning is also open to the general public when it isn’t being used for tours, so you’re welcome to drop by any morning if you enjoy what you see.

“Notice the canopy covering the porch. It’s there to provide protection against inclement weather. What you can’t see is the radiant heaters imbedded in the floor to help keep our girls warm in the winter. It’s way more pleasant if they don’t have to shiver, at least not from the cold.

“Also notice the raised dais next to the main doors. Yes, that’s a stripper pole in the center. And yes, there are spotlights in the canopy to make sure the girls can be seen clearly on cloudy days.”

As he was speaking the students had begun to gather on the quad. A few of them, sometimes already naked, had climbed onto the stage. Most of them were sitting on the row of benches along the front of the school, interrupted by the floor to ceiling picture windows that gave tantalizing glimpses of the going’s on inside the school to curious onlookers outside. Most of the girls on stage were chattering happily with their friends, a few were making out with boys, and one or two were doing their best to hide in the background.

In addition to the students, a large group of spectators had gathered in the public parking area in front of the school and along the sidewalk. Along with casual passers-by there were a number of men in business suits - probably on their way to work - and even a few families with younger children making a short detour before dropping them off at their own school.

“I see you’ve noticed the spectators. The Morning Strip is drawing more and more community members, especially family members of our Program girls. In a way it’s a lot like our other extra-curricular activities: Families are proud of their children and naturally want to come and support them.”

“GOOD MORNING CHS!” blared the public address system.

“IS EVERYBODY READY TO START A GREAT NEW DAY?” A loud cheer went up from the assembled students.

“IT’S TUESDAY, SO BE NICE TO THE GIRLS. IT’S THE FIRST TIME MOST OF THEM HAVE STRIPPED FOR AN AUDIENCE.

“THIS MORNING WE HAVE 28 PROGRAM GIRLS AND 7 VOLUNTEERS. WE’RE GOING TO START WITH THE SENIORS TODAY, SO GIRLS, PLEASE TAKE YOUR PLACES. JUDY WHITE HAS VOLUNTEERED TO LEAD OFF ON THE DAIS TODAY, SO JUDY, PLEASE TAKE OFF YOUR BLOUSE WHEN YOU’RE READY!”

A tall blond girl wearing a short skirt and see thru blouse hopped up on the center dais and waved to the crowd. The audience responded to her wave with cheers and loud applause as eight of her classmates took their places beside her along the stage. Loud rock music blared from the speakers and colored lights began to flash as she grabbed the pole and shimmied to the top. Clinging to the pole with her long athletic legs she began to unbutton her top. Beside her, five of her classmates displayed their own enthusiasm by swaying to the music as they began to remove their clothing. Two of them danced together and helped each other shed their tops, then caressed each other’s naked boobs as the audience shouted their approval. Another girl reached down and pulled a boy up out of the audience and began dancing with him. A short brunette quickly shed everything except her six inch ‘fuck me’ heels and a garter on her left thigh. She knelt gracefully at the edge of the stage as a boy reached up and slipped a dollar bill into the garter, to the applause of others nearby. As the music concluded, nine nude beauties gathered up their clothing and deposited it in boxes outside the main door; then retreated to the benches to enjoy the rest of the morning festivities.

“LET’S HAVE A BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR THE CHS SENIORS!” The clapping and cheers nearly drowned out the PA.

“NOW LET’S SEE WHAT THE JUNIORS CAN DO!”

Ten more girls stood up and took their places on stage as the music resumed. This time four of them seemed reluctant to begin. They stood silent and still while their classmates danced. A few audience members tried to encourage them with shouts and cheers, and gradually first one and then another of the shy girls reached for the top buttons on their blouse and slowly began unbuttoning them. One heavyset girl shyly grasped the hem of her pullover sweater, took a deep breath, and lifted it over her head. She smiled when her lack of a bra drew whistles from the watching boys. Encouraged, she popped the button on her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. When she received more whistles she smiled again and slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini panties and tugged them down to join her skirt. Seeing the audience reaction, another of the shy girls began to sway to the music and unbutton her collar. Soon the Junior class was rivaling the Seniors for uninhibited beauty.

As the music concluded, only one girl wasn’t fully nude. Standing in bra and panties, a chestnut-haired beauty shivered with fright at the edge of the stage. A naked boy who had been sitting next to her rose and walked to her side. Gently he took her arm and turned her to face him. He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers, then raised her chin to look deep into her eyes. He placed his hands on her shoulders and firmly pressed down, forcing her to her knees. His firm erection bobbed threateningly in front of her eyes. He grasped her ponytail and pressed her face to his cock. She had ceased to shiver, but still she didn’t open her mouth, so he rubbed his member over her pretty face, leaving strands of silvery pre-cum across her cheeks.

Two more boys walked up the steps and joined the couple. One of them unhooked her bra while the other unzipped his pants and assisted the first boy in painting the Junior girl’s face. Finally they helped her to her feet, grasped her frilly black panties from three sides, and ripped them from her body. She gave a little squeak of surprise and scampered back to the bench, leaving her three assistants to retrieve her clothing and deposit it in a lock box. Then the naked boy returned to sit beside her. He placed one hand on her upper thigh and began to caress her. She gave a little sigh and made no move to stop him.

“Is that permitted?” asked one of the mothers.

“They just destroyed her property, and they didn’t ask permission before they touched her.”

“By the strict rules of the Program,” replied Mr. Proctor, “no, it isn’t allowed. However, the boys were providing assistance to a participant in need of help, so as long as she doesn’t object there won’t be any repercussions. Positive peer pressure is a big part of the Program.”

“But that young man tried to force her to perform oral sex. Publicly! Surely that can’t be allowed.”

“Technically it could be considered a Reasonable Request if she didn’t voice any objection. You’re right that public sex acts aren’t allowed as part of the NiS program, yet. But no such act took place.”

“ALL RIGHT, GUYS! WAY TO TAKE THE SITUATION IN HAND! GIRLS, NOW’S YOUR CHANCE TO SHOW OFF THE BEAUTY YOU’RE BECOMING. DON’T BE SHY! SHOW US WHAT THE SOPHOMORE CLASS CAN DO!”

“CYNTHIA, LET’S SEE WHAT YOU’VE LEARNED IN FSA!”

The tall, slender redhead snuffed out a cigarette and hopped up onto the stage. She was wearing a school girl uniform consisting of a white blouse and plaid skirt, with black patent leather flats. Her hair was in pigtails and she wore a short necktie and glasses. Her classmates stepped up to flank her on stage as the music resumed. Although younger, they were no less enthusiastic than the Junior class, and only one of them showed any reluctance to display her body: a rather dumpy girl with stringy brown hair.

Once again the spectators were treated to the sight of sexy young girls performing their first public strip tease until the music concluded with a dozen bare, beautiful bodies lined up at the edge of the stage. Even the dumpy girl went along with the crowd, but she concluded her undressing looking decidedly sad and disappointed. As the rest of the girls picked up their clothing, Principal Huston walked over to her, stroked her hair with one hand, and whispered something in her ear. She looked up at him and smiled, her nipples hardening visibly. He gave her a pat on the bottom and she scooted off to join her classmates.

As the Freshman girls took their positions on stage, several of the earlier participants could be seen masturbating as they watched. Most tried to hide it, but one of the girls was so enthusiastic she seemed to be putting on a show. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and soon a half dozen girls were fingering their pussies as their neighbors stroked, caressed, or even sucked on their most sensitive and naughty parts.

“NOW LET’S WRAP UP THE MORNING STRIP WITH OUR YOUNGEST AND FRESHEST GIRLS: THE FRESHMEN!”

The remaining girls still wearing clothing stood up and - sometimes reluctantly - approached their places on stage. One young girl hesitated so long that everyone near her turned to face her and encourage her to stand up. Hesitantly, she did so, then walked toward the edge of the stage. Rather than taking her place she proceeded down the steps and into the crowd. A uniformed security officer emerged from the main entrance and followed her into the crowd as the music began and the spectators shifted their attention back to the stage.

As they did so, the music began throbbing again. The ninth grade girls on stage were new to the program, and considerably more shy than their predecessors. Only one or two of them danced while removing their clothes, and a couple more took them off with reluctance. That left half their number with a “deer in the headlights” look, frozen where they stood. Fortunately the Program had a positive effect on high school boys as well as girls, and several young gentlemen stepped forward to their assistance. One of the girls resisted their polite help, but by virtue of their greater strength, three boys were able to disrobe her before the music stopped. Her struggle was short and futile, and by the time they helped her out of her panties she was clearly enjoying the game, and rewarded each of them with a kiss.

“AND THAT CONCLUDES THE MORNING FESTIVITIES. NOW LETS HAVE ALL THE PROGRAM GIRLS LINE UP AT THE FRONT OF THE STAGE TO GIVE EVERYONE A GOOD LOOK.”

Three dozen young beauties took their places, hand in hand, in front of the appreciative audience of students and onlookers. Blonds, brunettes, redheads, pink, purple, green, rainbow hair dye. Shaved pussies, little hair strips, intricate pussy hair styles, full bush, and one tuft of pink pussy hair, all on display for audience and photographers alike. All sizes and skin colors, short, tall, fat, skinny, beautiful.

As the spectators applauded there was a commotion at the bottom of the steps leading up to the stage. The school security officer emerged from the crowd of students, followed by a school football player with the runaway freshman thrown over his shoulder. She pounded him ineffectually with her tiny fists as he carried her onto the dais where the security officer bent her over a chair and handcuffed her wrists to a steel ring at the base of the pole. Then he nodded to Principal Huston and returned to his post, while the football player remained standing next to her.

“OH OH, IT LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE A PROGRAM VIOLATION. IF MISS MCMASTER WON’T COOPERATE IT WILL BE NECESSARY TO GIVE HER COMPLIANCE TRAINING.”

“Just what’s going on here?” asked one concerned mom.

“It looks like Julie here is resisting the Program rules. This is very rare, but you’re going to get a chance to see the compliance system in action. Notice what Principal Huston is taking out of the box.”

The Principal unlocked a metal box and fished through it until he withdrew a large wooden paddle. Satisfied, he carried it back to the pole where Julie was still struggling to free herself. She caught sight of the paddle and began to tremble and cry.